When it rains and I can't see the clouds, the leaves fall like snowflakes, a sky full of gold glitter. And I sweep all day long when they follow us in but I do not mind at all.
Yesterday I had to give my name over the phone and told the gal "Capital P - r- e... um, I'm sorry. I haven't been around another adult for almost a week now." Then I mumbled something about kids and homework. Jeff was gone since Sunday and well, yeah.
Our days are easy. I mean, I had to get a new monthly planner because things need to be written down, there is busy-ness, but when we're free we're free.
And we stretch out our limbs but I still don't think I'll feel here here until our old house finally sells. It's like until then I'm afraid I'll find out this is all not real, and we have to go back. It's a chapter I'd like to come to an end. I wonder if the showings this weekend are "it." I wonder if every showing is but this time, it's a little stronger.